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Chapter 57




Chapter 57
Xenon soon realized who the main character of this energy was.
‘Is this the energy of Lord Jermi?’
Poor Jermi.
It seemed that he had come here.
‘Is there a separate notice?’
That didn’t mean Jermi would start a riot or assassinate the important person here. It was because he didn’t feel any murderous energy at all.
‘Those who have mastered the storm sword have difficulty in hiding because of their overwhelming energy.’
So, it was unreasonable to kill.
There was no grudge between Stormhold and Viscount Seal.
‘Then, the reason he came here is probably because of the Princess.’
Xenon grinned as he thought.
‘I should prepare tea.’
Shall he add some poison?
He pondered for a while but decided not to put it. Meanwhile, Viola was startled by the face she saw out the window.
“Lord Jermi?”
She checked again, but the window was clear.
‘Is this the seventh floor?’
Viola’s room was located on the seventh floor. Even though there was a way to fly using magic, that was about wizards. However, Jermi was a swordsman.
‘…What the hell?’
Through the window, she could see him smiling broadly.
He seemed to be saying, ‘Hurry up, open it!’
As she eventually opened the window, Jermi jumped into the room.
“Wow. It was fun.”
“What is this?”
It was best to maintain an ambivalent relationship with him that was neither too far nor too close. With that thought, Viola judged that and actually acted that way.
‘Rope…?’
A rope was hung from Jermi’s waist.
It looked like he went up to the roof and came down with a rope.
“What do you think? Are you happy?”
“There was no official message.”
“Can we meet only if there is a message between friends?”
“Were we friends? And, it’s eleven o’clock at night.”
“Is it that time already?”
Jermi made an ‘uwaak!’ look after hearing her words. It wasn’t acting, it was sincerity. He really didn’t know it was so late.
“I thought it was around nine o’clock.”
He smiled awkwardly as he lifted the rope around his waist.
“I’m concentrating on preparing for this…”
“When did you get on the roof?”
He waved it left and right with his index finger.
“Get on? I infiltrated. Getting on is different from infiltration. There was a lot of tension.”
“..Yes. Infiltrate.”
He said that he had arrived on the roof at six pm. Then, he spent an hour thinking about how to make a cute appearance, hid again for two hours to find the rope, and an hour and a half to infiltrate the roof again with the rope…
…And, so on.
“What are you doing this for? You should just contact Viscounty and come in through the front door confidently.”
“It’s a surprise visit.”
“You know that this is a very problematic action diplomatically, right?”
In some cases, it would not be strange to be treated as an assassin, and even if it wasn’t. It was obviously rude.
“It’s okay because Storm Fortress is politically and diplomatically independent.”
“Do you really think it’s okay?”
“It’ll probably be fine. Hee hee hee. My father is probably going to get mad.”
Jermi explained why he was here. He mentioned that he was planning to visit one of the nice historical sites in the vicinity, though he heard that Viola was visiting Viscounty Seal.
“I wanted to see my friend’s face and say hello. So, I came here.”
“Then, why not from the front door…”
“Yes, the historical site is a secret. I’m coming to tell you a secret, but I can’t come here confidently. Rumors shouldn’t spread. Be careful is my motto.”
Is such a human being kidnapped out of curiosity?
Viola wanted to argue, but she decided not to because it was clear that a very common-sense and logical conversation would not work.
“What kind of historical site is it?”
“I don’t know about the exact name, it’s just called some mad wizard’s lab.”
“Why do you tell me if it’s a secret?”
“Because we’re friends.”
Small storm Jermi’s expression was flawless. It was so transparent that there was not even a hint of malice or disrespectful intent.
He sighed and opened his mouth again.
“Princess Viola.”
“Yes?”
“Actually, am I bothering you?”
“Was it obvious?”
“It’s very obvious.”
“Well, would you please step back now? I’m at the age to enter the social world soon, and I don’t want to be a party with unwanted rumors. Even if the other person is Jermi. It’s the worst.”
Jermi lightly scratched the back of his head.
“Is it that bad?”
“Yes.”
Absolutely the worst.
Jermi, who was famous for being the small storm and a fine person, had an overwhelming fan base in the novel, and the author described it as feeling like the ‘first-generation idols’ that existed in the novel.
It meant that he had, or will have malicious fans.
So, it would be very, very, very tiring to get entangled.
“I didn’t even think of that. I’m just glad to meet you.”
Hearing her words, he became pale.
‘Was it too bad?’
Thinking so, Viola added a few other words.
“I was glad, too.”
“Really?”
Viola put on her social mask. Even though she didn’t want to be friends with Jermi, she didn’t really want him to turn his back on her. She responded in moderation and gave a good smile.
Finally, Viola and Jermi headed towards the door.
In the meantime, he did not rest his mouth for a moment.
“You know what?”
“Is it necessary?”
“Princess Viola is much cuter than I thought.”
Especially, when eating egg tarts…!
Of course, he didn’t say that.
“You have a special taste.”
Viola was very knowledgeable about her own looks. Right after she took possession, the most she did was look in the mirror and look at her face.
‘There’s not a handful of cuteness on this body.’
She wished she was cute.
Like many romance-fantasy that Han Ah Rin has encountered, it would be great if she was like a cute princess and was a loved character.
Just in time, Viola saw herself reflected in the mirror on the wall.
‘…It’s not cute at all.’
She would be lying if she said she wasn’t pretty, but being pretty and being cute were two different things. Even if she gave her eyes a little bit of power, it would become like murderous energy, and indeed, it was a genius body that was born for murder.
“It’s true. It’s cute.”
“Then, let’s do something cute.”
“Honestly, you hear a lot of people say that you look like an old child, right?”
“I hear it often.”
Hickson even went as far as to ask her if she only looked young.
It was Viola who opened the door.
“Come on. The door is this way.”
Outside the door stood Tundra. His face was very dark.
 
A few hours ago.
Tundra came to his senses. There was only one thought that came to my mind as soon as he woke up.
‘I want to see her.’
Is this what a dog’s heart is like? Is this what a dog waiting for its owner who went out like? He felt that way.
‘Why do I want to see her?’
Being a dog was a dream, but he was not a dog. It was difficult to give a rational explanation for ‘Why do I want to see Viola?’
‘The reason is…’
Tundra got up from the bed.
There was aching all over the body, but it was not very difficult to move.
‘The reason is that—’
In the novel, Tundra, set as a rational male lead, could find a reasonable reason.
‘I want to be praised.’
When Viola stroked his hair, it felt like his heart was pounding. However, it wasn’t just about feeling good. He felt something much deeper than that. For Tundra itself, it was a mysterious and complex emotion that was difficult to define.
‘Praise. I want to get it.’
He got up and went out into the hallway.
‘Master…’
Tundra smelled the surrounding magic.
Viola was born with ‘murder star,’ and the place where she stayed or passed by had a characteristic scent of magic , like the scent of blood.
In his eyes, it seemed like a road.
‘It’s over there.’
As he stood in front of the door where Viola was staying, he hesitated for a moment in front of the door.
‘Will she praise me…?’
He guessed it was too late now. Well, is it all right to find his master at such an hour?
The rational male lead also attached a reasonable reason.
“Because I am a dog.”
The dog was going to meet the owner, and there was no way to set the time.
A dog was a dog.
Not a person.
He didn’t think it was necessary to be bound by human etiquette. Even Viola had told him to act like a dog. So, he couldn’t stand the longing to see her and the desire to be praised by her.
However, a voice came from inside.
“Princess Viola is much cuter than I thought.”
“You have a special taste.”
“It’s true, it’s cute.”
“Then let’s do something cute.”
“Honestly, you hear a lot of people say you look like an old child, right?”
“I hear it often.”
Viola’s voice was much higher in tone than usual. She had a much brighter voice than she was speaking to him.
‘Master…?’
It was clearly a male voice.
‘This voice… It’s Jermi’s voice.’
Realizing that, he clenched her fists unknowingly. Tundra had many conflicts before coming here, and said he came to Viola because ‘I am a dog.’
He wanted to be praised.
He wanted Viola to stroke his hair.
‘…Jermi is a person, unlike me. He also knows the laws of the nobility.’
He didn’t know why, but he was angry. For a brief moment, Tundra had to control the boiling rage.
‘Whoo—’
As he took a deep breath, he felt better.
Being rational, he also had to find his reason again.
‘The nobleman Lord disregarded etiquette and sought my master. At this late, midnight hour.’
He was angry because of such a rude act.
Tundra thought so.
‘But…’
The master’s voice didn’t seem to be angry. The master was not angry, so there was no reason to get angry at him.
‘Therefore, I cannot be angry.’
If he thought about it rationally, it certainly was. He cannot be angry, nor will he be angry. There was no justification, and there was no reason to convince the other person.
‘By the way, why am I angry?”
He didn’t even know why he was so upset that Jermi had come to Viola and chatted with her alone. And, he gave up thinking any further.
Viola taught her.
‘People have to think deeply. Dogs don’t have to think deeply.’
And so, he just decided to admit it. Even though he didn’t know exactly why he was very upset.
But then, the door opened and Viola’s voice was heard.
“Tundra? What brings you here?”
“…I’m here to report that mission accomplished.”
Jermi waved his hand.
“Oh? Tundra. Hello? Glad to meet you. Jermi. We met before, right?”
“I’m not glad to meet you. Besides, are we comfortable enough to talk casually?”
“I thought so.”
“Not at all.”
At his blunt reply, Jermi scratched the back of his head as if embarrassed.
Tundra looked away from him and continued.
“I’ve done my job perfectly, and I’m here to get praised.”
“Yes.”
Viola gazed at Tundra.
His shoulders and lips were trembling.
‘When he was angry, he did just that.”
Kang Han-jun never showed his anger. At least, he wasn’t angry in front of Han Arin. Nevertheless, Han Arin could always recognize that Kang HanJun was angry.
Because he always had his shoulders and lips twitch when he got angry.
“I’ll praise you. Come here.”
Tundra came closer and knelt down on one of his knees. Then, Viola put her hand on his head and he slowly stroked his hair.
“Is this what you want?”
“Yes.”
Tundra’s mind relaxed a little.
Not a little, but right away.
The anger melted away like snow. He wondered if this could be the heart of a puppy who was just happy at the touch of a guardian.
“I don’t think so.”
Viola frowned.
“You… Why are you angry?”
At her question, his body flinched. He thought he didn’t show it at all, so he didn’t know how she noticed.
“Sorry…”
“I’m not trying to hear that you’re sorry. I’m asking why you’re angry.”
Viola was already feeling strange.
“…. “
In fact, Tundra never expressed any anger.
He just tossed it away that he was angry, and he just said sorry. However, he seemed to admit that he was angry.
‘Why are you getting angry in the same way as Brother Hanjun…?’
It confuses her in many ways.
‘He’s not Kang Hanjun, but acts like Kang Hanjun, and has the same habits as Kang Hanjun…’
“I asked. Why are you angry?”